DARKEYE
Darkeye tried to breathe calmly. "She has made my god's spear, which is made entirely of iron, unusable, as well as the craft I love, which I can no longer perform. I think for that I am very calm." As he said this, he lowered his head. The spear that was a sign of his freedom was the end of his slavery and that he had defeated the demons was no longer able to use it. How long he did not know but that was a step too far Voice.
Darkeye grabbed the rope with all his might and pulled as if his life depended on it, trying to push his feet off the ground without touching the anvil or other metal. The rope creaked, as well as the bellows. If Maea had not held the anvil, he would probably have been pulled along. Piece by piece, Darkeye's broad back loosened from the anvil.
Darkeye grabbed the rope with all his might and pulled as if his life depended on it, trying to push his feet off the ground without touching the anvil or other metal. The rope creaked, as well as the bellows. If Maea had not held the anvil, he would probably have been pulled along. Piece by piece, Darkeye's broad back loosened from the anvil.
Everyone is the architect of his own fortune
Coding base by Sky
